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The necklace

you promised to me
i would not be alone
but with you now gone
dont know what to call home

got the necklace to prove it
would you care if i lose it?

a symbol of love
a big and small stone
to show you think of me
when i do feel alone

the big one was me
the small one was you
i still wear it you see
hanging on to push through

now that i hold
this necklace in hand
i cant do else but wonder
does this promise still stand?

I started writing texts on 25th of September 2020 because i got My Heart broken and didnt know how to cope with My sadness.
https://zmimsytexts.wordpress.com

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Relapse

I try and try
I push and push through
Until I feel like I want to die
I cry and cry inside
All I want to do is come off these pills
They give me inner chills
I wean off
Get psychosis
Again and again
What am I to do?
Back to the start again
Don’t go back to those thoughts of the tracks of the train
I need help
If I was a dog I’d constantly yelp
Delirous
Hazy vision
Tunnel vision
Memory loss
Flickering eyelids
Confusion
I want to jump out of my skin
I can’t win
Lost in empty space
They make me feel a numbed drunkness
The doctor can’t help
Now I take saving my life into my own hands
I write in the sands
I start a fundraiser for getting me to a rehabilitation centre
I need proper help now
All I can do is keep going
All I can do is try
And if it doesn’t turn out
Then at least I can say I tried

Hi there, I am a young human named Amber from the UK discovering what it means to be human, my soul purpose and what we are doing here on planet gaia. I’m a writer, the people’s journalist, philosopher, African djembe drummer, gardener, plant lover, poet, musician, photographer, yogi, blogger, knowledge addict, researcher and student of the universe who is searching for truth and knowledge. I love to laugh and have deep, meaningful conversations.

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Daddy

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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My Story // Chapter

Many times I believe my life is over
But I realize it has only just begun.
My story is only a chapter
In an abundance of novels.
A character whose world
Has only begun to unfold.

Cat Kydd is a poetry and fiction writer based in Dallas, Texas. Her poetry often deals with mental illness and philosophical ruminations on life. She hopes that her work will inspire and, perhaps, make someone feel something. In addition to her writing, she voice acts, sings, and designs print and digital media. You can check out her blog at: https://ihatethisbook.wordpress.com/

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Angst

Anxiety and apprehension refusing me calmness.
No refuge in my thoughts.
Grown babies contributing to the current
State of the world. I’m feeling
Tremors and unease, continually.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Expectations

In primary school, when I showed off my writing
My parents and teachers said it was surprising,
How someone so little as I was so skilled
And my cup of pride was constantly filled.

When I showed off my poems in middle school,
My friends all told me that they were pretty cool,
They told me they liked how they flowed like a river,
And only requested things I could deliver.

In high school my writing got better each day,
But some people told me some things I could change,
I liked the way I had written them just fine,
But some seemed to forget they weren’t theirs but mine.

Now that I’m older they expect more from me,
But this isn’t as easy as it might seem,
I can’t deliver everything that they ask,
They are giving me much more difficult tasks.

I’m trying my best, but they seem disappointed,
And writing has started to fill me with dread,
This image they’ve painted of me is too perfect,
There is no possible way I can reflect it,
My version of me will never measure up,
I look down and see that there’s no pride in my cup.

Author: Stellar

I started writing poetry in elementary school and I just got back into it last month. Most of my poems aren’t about things I’m personally experiencing, but a few of them are. I mostly write for fun because I enjoy it, but sometimes I write to express how I feel.https://interstellarpoetry.wordpress.com

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Down to Earth

to be loved by you
feels just like flying
so easy so light
i could never be crying

to be loved by you
is the most beatiful thing
the warmth you give
like no melody sings

to be loved by you
i cannot describe it
cant wrap it in words
i would never hide it

to be loved by you
is a precious experience
to bad that it stopped
cause of my inconvenience

to not be loved by you
is the most humbling thing
to be back “down to earth”
my heart longs for your wings

to not be loved by you
taught me so many things
i cant wish, i cant hope
i have to earn my blessings.

I started writing texts on 25th of September 2020 because i got My Heart broken and didnt know how to cope with My sadness.
https://zmimsytexts.wordpress.com

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Fluffy Widow-maker

Fluffy widow-maker
squatting on the ridge,
go heavy on the rails.
Rot quickly and let us breath
free, while we are still standing.

Bone white lips
tolerant of a tighter lockdown,
share sloppy snow kisses,
transforming all branches to birch
waiting to crack temperamentally
on our heads.

Her smile, polar bear smooth,
frightened the twisted petioles
daring to dangle outside of
their new diameter.
Silver diamond marks
like veering sleigh tracks,
dwarfed and bedraggled.
Her children shedding bark.

They say the tiny flakes
are the real monsters,
painted white to minimize
disease.
Icicle tickles
dying in daylight, still
beats the sun damage, fungi
and careless cracks that often kill.

K.Hartless

Yardsale of Thoughts
khartless.com

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Poem #348

If pain was the flag you flew under
how do you turn to happiness and not lose
a part of yourself?

If the art of suffering in rhymes was your art
how do you decide to smile and not
kill the poet inside?

Both sides of your existence meet and it’s like
two volcanoes erupting at the same time.
You are just running from the lava, trying not to
turn to ash.

When heart and mind collide
how can you survive?

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Simple Complexity

I’m new, fresh, and a blank slate in every experience I live.

You come along and make me feel.
You being every life connecting to my world.
Cross my path, and I become ripe for an adventure.

It’s random or intentional.
It’s welcome. Truly appreciated.

Change comes out of discussion, influence, suggestion, disappointment, care, and investment.
Life gets richer from experiences changing us. We’re molded out of intensity or subtleness in every episode.

You contribute to the ever-updating version of me.
The variance in my thoughts ready to encounter the subsequent experience.

Life seems elaborate and intricate while I focus on how to become coherent.
My complexity deepens while the definitions of myself are simplifying.

How could I be otherwise?

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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